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A chuckle rumbles through Kyan’s chest, then his lips are gone, and for a second, the space in front of my mouth feels strangely empty. Then his hot breath is at my ear. “Are you going to beg for me to let you go, Oakley?”

That tone is back in his voice. The way he says my name sounds like a prayer and a curse all at once. I’ve never heard someone talk to me like that. And fuck…

I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel funny. It’s like my feet have lost all contact with the ground, and I’m floating in a sea of…the man in front of me. Kyan. Sucking in a breath, I try to get my feet back under me. Only, I’m still standing. Did I ever stop standing? And fuck, the skin on his wrist is so goddamn soft. I want to pet it over and rub my cheek on it, soaking in the velvet feel.

Kyan’s hand is running down the side of my body, down my chest, down, down, down. Goosebumps tingle down my arms, and I can’t stop them. Why am I shivering? I’m not cold.

“There you go.” His hand is suddenly in my waistband, his skin burning hot against mine. Wait, what is happening?

Kyan’s hand is lower, and I realize that all the blood has rushed to my groin. My face flares with heat. I’m so hard right now.

Pushing against the wall, I meet resistance from his body. Pressing me back, Kyan smiles. “Can’t run from me, little mousey.” His body feels like a cloud against mine.

What did he just say? I open my mouth to say something, and then his hot, velvet hand is closing over my cock.

Yelping, I jump as a wash of sensation shoots up my spine. Kyan wraps his fingers around me and pulls, ripping pleasure out of me in a wave of tingles.

“What the…fuck.” I can’t form a cohesive thought. Everything feels so overwhelming.

He moves, and cool air washes across my pelvis. Kyan drops, his weight and presence no longer wrapping me up.

Until his lips wrap around my cock.

It takes me a second to realize that he’s sucking my dick. Then, warm suction grips my shaft, and I slide along Kyan’s soft tongue deeper into his mouth. The pressure is heavenly, and my balls tighten, shooting pleasure through me. The tip of my dick hits something, and Kyan gags. I look down to see him looking up at me, eyes shining. He looks…powerful and beautiful all at once, his dark hair falling around his face, dark eyes piercing my own, tracking my every movement.

He pulls me deeper. His throat constricts around my shaft, yanking a mind-altering feeling out of me, and the sensitive tip of my dick is rubbing deep in his throat. With every pull, I fall deeper and deeper into the swirling sensations. I feel both out of my body and so deeply connected with my body at the same time. I don’t know how to handle the feeling. I’ve never felt like this before. What’s happening?

Something squeezes my balls.

I don’t realize I’ve closed my eyes till they pop open, and I see Kyan staring up at me with a slight warning in his gaze. As soon as I look at him, his gaze softens, and the grip on my balls starts massaging. It rolls a delicious sensation through me, and I feel myself stiffening.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good, even with Poppy.

Oh shit. I’m going to come.

Holding back, I try to close my eyes again. Try to stop the overwhelming, all-consuming need that has washed over me. My entire body feels alive. It feels…off. I don’t normally feel like this.

Slowly, pain registers, and I open my eyes.

Kyan slaps my balls, and I feel that same pain. But it mixes with pleasure, sending my stiff body right to the edge.

Kyan winks at me, right before pulling me so deep into his throat he gags hard, squeezing me just right.

And then I come, right down his throat.

I moan, pulses of pleasure coming long and hard. It grips me, locking up my body as Kyan squeezes my balls, milking me into him.

Slowly, the orgasm starts to fade. Only, my body still feels alive. More alive than I’ve ever felt, like I’ve just had the best blowjob of my life or I’m on something.

On something. Am I on something?

Sagging against the wall, I stare at Kyan in mild confusion. I can’t feel much more than that, all the warmth and connection I feel connecting me to Kyan like a live wire.

Kyan licks his lips, pupils blown. “Goddamn it, Oakley.” The way he says it sounds like he’s worshiping me. “You’re going to be such a pretty little problem.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Day 1